ode to women

Her hair,
like tongues of fire smouldering
Smother the beholder
Till it aches like the pain,
To infinities these glimpses last.
Her arms that are branches,
Gulmohars in bloom
Leafless bundles of red joy.
Ignorant of heaven and earth
They spread
like spilled milk on a marble floor.
Her skin,
Like my niece’s in the cradle
In the sun, would sublime.
Beneath the Red flesh
Pulsating with every beat
Would be beautiful.
Yes,your flesh would be beautiful
So be your gut and bones.
For your beauty sank
deeper than your skin.
Sank through
till it drenched men’s hearts
Sank through
And soaked your core
Ending world’s wait for beauty,
for beauty is here
Beauty is now.